Driftwood
Lord, grant me cunning-wit,
As I hang from
this Gallows-Tree called “Life”;
the thorns of experience
pierce my flesh,
Crowning me “Human”.
Sorrow rebuild me,
and Love may you temper my actions;
As wild-winds Fury
course through my veins,
Mercy direct my course.
My Existence built upon
the sweet ashes of Toil
Breath’s softly-searing promise
taken at whim,
gifted once again,
when All seems lost.
I am weeping embodied,
I am Joy hidden in yearning,
I am the Hope of my ancestors,
I am the pact of the Gods,
I am Human.
(Dedicated to T & V)
Flags, Flax & Fodder,
Ulric “Gestumblindi” Goding
Níwe Dæg – Níwe Léoht – Níwe Hopan
Tanist of the Clan of Tubal Cain
Superb ……. 🙂